cirrus . two . cb [fin]

[pogue]

Cirrus Kastro . Two . Career

[pogue]

C  I  R  R  U  S

I’ve got a sickness in my bones, pumped through every red blue purple vein that darts and scatters across my body, charting a course of hollow and heart.

I’ve got a sickness in my bones, buried under overgrown fingernails that scrape and cut against everything I touch, sharpened into claws, feral and unkempt and ferocious and everything a Kastro is meant to be.

I’ve got a sickness in my bones and it’s taken everything from me, hunger turned craving turned execution and I’m left empty again, pressing my fingers into a fist until I can’t feel myself anymore. It took my Brother when I was seven, innocence laced in every word as I asked him to play with me. But capture the flag can do nothing but hold a melted candle to the thought of snuffing out another life, he told me that he didn’t have any interest in what it meant to be a kid anymore. When I looked into his eyes and felt only ice, I believed him.

I’ve got a sickness in my bones and it’s not taking anything anymore. There’s nothing left to give, nothing left to shatter.

I’ve got a sickness in my bones and with each passing year it spreads and spreads, with every clenched fist and thrown knife spewing a bloody discourse against the mangled training dummy. When I look in the mirror I can see it in my eyes, murky and dark and unforgiving. It scared me when I was younger, the way the boy I saw in the mirror didn’t look like myself, didn’t look like anything but blood and lust and everything in between.

I’ve got a sickness, in my bones in my heart in the way I walk and the way I talk. When I look in the mirror now I smile, I welcome it.

[pogue]

Done! Face claim is Trisha Paytas, pleaseeee don’t steal


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